In my enormous head
Winter dragged itself along.
And the head was majestic.
But an old man
With blue eyes, chesty,
Said nothing to me of being blind.
And we ran off to his house.
And I kissed
His enormous head
And his snow-white mouth.
Already a year has passed since he died.
But winter — as it happens,
Will arrive from the Rizhsky Terminal
As it happens, or not.